The Hour Before Dawn // Part One

He'd been at the station filling out reports for hours about an armed robbery he and Chris had had to deal with earlier that afternoon, long after Jared's shift had ended. By about ten thirty, all Jensen wanted to do was go home and crawl in bed with Jared and sleep for around fourteen hours. They were both finally back on days after a month of working opposite shifts and hardly seeing each other. When Jensen finally got in, it was really late, almost one in the morning. The apartment was dark and he tried hard to be quiet, not wanting to wake Jared if he was sleeping already.

Suddenly, he was grabbed from behind and he started to struggle, thinking someone had broken into their place. But then Jared's giggling sunk in and he elbowed him in the stomach.

"Ass. You're lucky I didn't pull my gun on you," Jensen grumbled, bending down to pick up his suit jacket that he'd dropped. He stopped when he felt Jared's hands on his hips, Jared's hard cock grinding into his ass.

"Been kinda lonely, tonight, Jen," he whispered, voice rough and low. Jensen shuddered and straightened up a bit.

"Gonna fuck me, Jay?" Jensen asked, rubbing back against him.

Jared leaned down and bit on his earlobe, hard. "Bet your sweet ass I am. Right here, too."

Jared's hands were already undoing Jensen's holster and then his belt, his gun making a quiet thump when Jared placed it on the floor. The next thing he knew, Jared was frog marching him towards the couch, bending him over the arm, his pants suddenly down around his ankles. He heard the snick of the lube bottle being opened and craned his neck around to look at Jared, who was fucking naked as a jaybird.

"You planned this didn't you?" Jensen asked, watching as Jared slicked his own cock up with the lube. Jared grinned and crowded against Jensen.

"Mmm hmm. Been thinking about this tight ass of yours for hours, Jen," he said as he slid his fingers in, stretching Jensen fast and almost brutal. "Been thinking about fucking you so hard, fucking you wide open, making sure you felt it for weeks. Want you to remember what my cock feels like buried in you."

Jensen whimpered and pressed his cheek down into the cool leather of the couch. He felt Jared withdraw his fingers then the hard, blunt pressure of Jared's cock breaking him open, pressing in. Jared was panting behind him, huge hands bracketing Jensen's hips as he slowly, so fucking slowly bottomed out, finally just resting against Jensen's ass.

"God, Jen. Such a fucking slut for my cock, aren't you?" Jared murmured, hand sliding up the length of Jensen's damp spine to rest between his shoulder blades, holding him down. "Gonna take it hard, aren't you?" he asked before snapping his hips back and into Jensen hard, making all the air in his lungs rush out. Jensen closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, panting Jared's name with every punishing thrust.

Jared was spouting filth and dark, dirty promises into the darkness of their apartment as he fucked Jensen over the arm of the couch, hips snapping, Jensen whimpering beneath him in pain and pleasure. He couldn't get a hand under himself to jerk off, felt like he'd die if he didn't get some relief soon when Jared must've finally took pity on him because he reached around and wrapped a huge hand around Jensen's wet, hot dick.

"God, pretty little whore, aren't you? You my pretty little whore?" Jared muttered and Jensen managed to stutter out a yes then bit back a cry when Jared changed the angle of his thrusts, making Jensen see stars with each one. Jared's hand on his dick was rough and fast and Jensen felt the tension coiling in his limbs, the pleasure centering in his groin.

"G-gonna oh fuck, Jay.. I'm gonna-" was all he managed to get out before coming all over Jared's hand and the couch and his stomach in sticky hot bursts.

Jared grunted and then grabbed Jensen's hips once again in both hands, pulling him back onto his cock with each thrust. Jensen was a boneless weight beneath him, pliant and loose as Jared fucked him, used him. Jared got quieter the closer he got to coming until he was just making these little 'unh unh' noises that never failed to make Jensen's stomach curl tight with pleasure. Jared slid a hand up Jensen's back just then, hand tangling in his short hair before tugging, once, hard enough to make Jensen cry out in pain as Jared stilled and came in a hot, wet rush inside of Jensen. Jared whimpered then collapsed against Jensen's back, their sweat making their skin cling together, their panting breaths harsh and loud in the still apartment.

Finally Jared straightened and pulled out of Jensen before pulling and tugging Jensen until he was upright. He maneuvered Jensen until he was standing facing Jared. Jared smiled ear to ear then leaned down and kissed Jensen square on the mouth, lips soft and slightly chapped.

"Bed?" He murmured against Jen's lips. Jensen nodded then stripped off his shirt where he stood, leading the way back to their bedroom naked and sated. They fell asleep in a tangle of limbs and sheets, facing each other, Jensen's hand tangled in Jared's hair.

...

Jensen woke him about half an hour before their usual alarm rang, with insistent hands and his soft warm mouth, trailing kisses down Jared's lean stomach. Jared inhaled a deep breath and let it out on Jensen's name as Jensen licked a stripe from his navel down to his pubic hair, before raising his head to wink at Jared, Jensen's hair sleep rumpled and spiky. Jared bit his lip then, as Jensen slowly started to mouth at his cock, tongue circling the head and paying special attention to the knot of nerves on the underside, right where Jensen knew it drove Jared nuts. Jared's one hand fisted in their navy sheets while the other cupped the back of Jensen's skull, not pushing down or guiding, just... cradling, needing the contact.

Jensen put both of his hands on Jared's hips then, holding him down a little as he took Jared's cock in his mouth in one motion, his swollen cock head brushing against the back of Jensen's throat. Jared let out a garbled moan as Jensen started to bob his head, slow and sweet, making Jared's blood pool in his groin, his skin to prickle with heat and his breath to catch with each lick, each suck, each movement of Jensen's slick, hot mouth on his cock. Jared could feel the pleasure start to gather, his balls tightening as his orgasm crept closer and closer with each velvet brush of Jensen's tongue and he whimpered, tried to warn Jensen. But Jensen must've known, knew Jared's body so well after a year of being together like this. He pulled off, a thin trail of saliva and pre-come connecting his mouth to Jared's purple, swollen cock as he sat up, eyes smoldering as Jensen fisted his own cock lazily and sat back on his haunches.

Jared reached for Jensen's hand, tugging him down until he was laying over Jared, their erections rubbing against each other, cock heads catching and slick pre-come mingling. Jensen braced himself on his arms and Jared spread his legs a little, biting his lip and throwing his head back as Jensen started up a slow, easy rhythm, the friction making Jared feel like he was going to lose his mind if Jensen didn't start moving faster, harder, god, anything but this relentless slow heat. Jensen leaned down and nipped and sucked at Jared's throat before cupping his face and tugging until Jared's lips were aligned with his, till he could get his teeth sunk into Jared's bottom lip, then soothe away the tiny hurt with his tongue. Jared whimpered into his mouth, begging without words for more, more of everything. Jensen smiled against his lips then slid a hand down between them, encircling them both with one warm, callused palm.

Jensen worried Jared's ear lobe between his teeth. "Should have you, unh, doing this, Jare. With your freakin' huge hands."

Jared huffed out a chuckle that was more of a moan than anything and arched into Jensen's firm grip. "N-next time, oh-oh Jesusfuckrightthere! Jensen!" Jared felt the orgasm build in his belly then explode out his cock, white hot and mind numbing, his body shivering beneath Jensen's as he emptied himself against Jensen's cock and hand and stomach.

Jensen made a small whimper in his throat then sat back again on his knees, fist working his own gorgeous cock fast and hard, Jared's come and Jensen's own fluids making obscene noises as he stroked his own cock, then shuddered and bit his lip. Jared watched, rapt, mouth open as the morning sun filtered in through the eastern windows behind Jensen, making his skin glow gold and peach, his hair shine as he panted and moaned his way through what looked like an intense orgasm, stomach muscles rippling. He whispered Jared's name as his hips arched violently once, twice, three times as he came, messy, all over his own thighs and hands and Jared's stomach.

Jared caught him when he collapsed forward, chest heaving and skin glistening in the early August morning. He nuzzled Jensen's sweaty hairline. Jensen made an unintelligible noise and snuggled closer, just as the alarm on the side table blared to life, some inane pop song coming through the speakers. Jensen made another noise, this one of the displeased variety and tried to burrow further into Jared's shoulder and neck. Jared chuckled then gave Jensen's ass an open-handed slap.

Jensen yelped then sat up straight, wincing as their sticky stomachs separated. "Good morning to you, too, jerk," he said as he rubbed at his ass cheek, trying and failing to glare at Jared. Jared sat up and kissed Jensen's pouting mouth.

"It is a good morning. But. We have work in a few hours so.... Wanna shower together then stop for breakfast before we head into the station?" Jared asked, running soothing hands over Jensen's back and ass. Jensen pretended to ponder Jared's proposition as Jared mouthed lazily at the skin on Jensen's shoulders.

"I think that sounds-" Jensen started but Jared's cell started to ring just then and he reached over to grab it, flipping it open when he saw it was Rosenbaum calling.

"You had better have a damn good reason for calling this early, Rosey. I mean, I know you and Tom are stuck working nights still but some of us are back to keeping normal hours over here and-" Jared is cut off by Mike, sounding entirely too solemn for Jared's taste.

"You better get down here. Corner of a hundred and tenth and Winchester. Another hooker was killed last night," Mike said, the sound of sirens and what Jared knew now was a fresh crime scene in the background. He felt his stomach bottom out and could tell the sick feeling in his gut was now reflected on his face as Jensen mouthed 'what's up' to him.

"We'll be there in fifteen. Is Morgan on his way?" Jared asked, already getting out of bed, heading towards the bathroom. It looked like quick, perfunctory showers and then a long, tedious day of gathering evidence and interviewing witnesses (if there were any). He heard Jensen start digging clothes out of the bureau and turned on the water in the shower.

"Yeah, he's the one who told me to call you. Listen. Jared..." Mike trailed off and Jared felt his stomach sink even further as Jensen stalked into the bathroom and started brushing his teeth. "I think. I think you might've known this kid."

Jared closed his eyes and bit his lip. "Do you have a positive I.D.?"

There was some rustling on the other end then Mike's voice. "Milo Ventimiglia. Connecticut driver's license and a student I.D. card for Cooper Union, along with a social security card in the wallet. His face," Mike paused, knowing how Jared felt about the string of murdered prostitutes and their mutilation and castration at the hands of some psycho. "His face was mostly intact. Looks like the photos on both I.D.'s."

Jared knew if he had anything in his stomach he'd throw up. He couldn't decide whether to scream or cry in outrage. "Goddammit," he hissed out. "I knew him. He was only out hustling to help pay for school. No way was he a lifer. Sonofabitch." Jensen paused in the middle of shaving and watched Jared in the mirror. Jared shook his head and Jensen nodded, knowing Jared would fill him in once he was off the phone.

Mike let out a heartfelt string of expletives himself. "That's what I thought. Shit. Listen, just get here ASAP. I think Morgan's gonna put you and Mayhem in charge of this one. Tom and I are too busy trying to nail Colantoni still."

Jared watched Jensen step into their shower stall, body a soft silhouette behind the frosted and steamed glass. "Yeah, okay. If he gets there before I do, tell him I'm on my way. Did you call Murray?"

"Yeah, he sounded like he's been holed up somewhere and is just crawling out of a whole fifth of whiskey," Mike answered him. "But he's on his way too."

Jared sighed. "That's Chad. Okay Mike. See you in a bit." He clicked off and sat the phone on the counter by the sink, bracing his arms against the counter and opening his eyes. Jensen poked his head out, soap suds slicking down his chest.

"Another murder?" he asked Jared, but Jared knew he knew already. He met Jensen's concerned gaze in the mirror above their sink.

"Yeah," Jared answered, voice gone soft. "Fourth one this month." He turned to face Jensen head on. "Remember that kid Milo I told you about? The one I got to be friends with, the one who was hooking to pay his way through art school?"

Jensen's face fell as realization set in. "Oh, Jesus, Jare. I'm sorry. Come on, get in here so we can get dressed and down there. I know you're itching to do something." He closed the door behind himself and Jared stripped, a small smile on his lips at how well his lover knew him. He opened the door with a quiet click and stepped in.

"Move over, Jen, you're hogging all the hot water," he mumbled, playfully shoving Jensen to the side. Jensen chuckled under his breath and continued to soap up his hair.

"Hush up, gigantor. Not my fault you take up twice the space a normal person does."

Jared let out a quiet chuckle and placed a soft kiss on the clean, warm skin of Jensen's shoulder, thankful he at least had this - Jensen and their life together.

...

Later that day, after they were done with interviewing the last two people to see Milo alive - his roommate, Alexis, some girl who was addicted to crack and hooked to feed her addiction, and one of Milo's best friends from school, a kid named Masi - they headed over to their favorite after-work spot to meet up with the rest of the guys to compare notes and speculate. Chad and Jared had officially been put in charge of the investigation and Jared couldn't wait to talk to Morgan in the morning. He had some ideas on how to go about cracking this case but he had a feeling in his gut that Jensen wouldn't like them.

He tried to let that go as he swung open the door to O'Malley's, holding it for Jensen and pausing, scanning the length of scarred wooden booths along the wall until his eyes adjusted to the dim light. He spotted Mike and Tom towards the back, nursing some draft beers. Chris was at the juke box and Chad was at the bar, either ordering food or annoying Eric, the bartender and owner.

Possibly both at the same time. It was a gift Chad seemed to have.

Jared and Jensen made their way back to the huge booth and settled in side by side. Jared held up two fingers, Eric nodded and pulled two Bud's from the tap before bringing them over.

"Here ya go, boys. Want me to put it on your tab?" Eric asked, order pad stuck in his waist band and dish towel slung over one shoulder. He'd opened the bar thirteen years ago and no one, not even his regulars, knew why he'd named it O'Malley's. Considering his last name was Kripke.

Jared took a sip and nodded as he swallowed. "Yeah. And get us an order of fries and two cheeseburgers, could you?"

Eric nodded and smiled. "Sure thing, man." He turned to Mike and Tom. "Your order'll be up soon and tell that jackass Chad his'll be up too."

They all chuckled as Eric walked away and Chris and Chad joined them, bottles in their hands. Chris pulled a chair over from a nearby table and swung it around, straddling it backwards. Chad squeezed in next to Jared and started jiggling his leg, a nervous habit that always drove Jared nuts.

"So, boys," Mike started. "How'd it go today?"

Jared sighed. Thought about how little they had to go on from Milo's roommate and best friend. "Not good. Not a lot of physical evidence at the scene. Still waiting on the toxicology report and the autopsy from Steve. Doesn't look like he was raped or sexually assaulted, just..."

Jared swallowed and Jensen squeezed his leg under the table and picked up where he'd left off, knowing how much this particular murder was bothering him. "Just mutilated and castrated like the others. Steve seems to think his body was dumped at the scene, due to the lack of physical evidence we found there. Or didn't, actually."

Tom took a swallow of beer before speaking, as Chad and Chris started to bicker quietly about the song on the juke box. "So the killer's been moving the bodies? That's an interesting piece of information. Does Steve know what the cause of death was? There was so much blood... It was hard to tell."

Jensen nodded as Jared took a swig of beer, staring intently at the scarred table top. "His uh. Throat was slit. Looks like the same type of weapon that was used on the other three. Steve'll know more once he does the autopsy. But he was... he was tortured first. Steve said if his throat hadn't been cut, he probably would've bled out from getting his…from getting castrated anyway."

Jared swallowed hard again, trying to be professional. "So. Same M.O. as the previous three. Looks like we got ourselves a serial killer. Hopefully we can get a handle on this before the goddamn feds get involved."

The others grunted agreement as their food arrived. They ate in silence for awhile before Mike spoke again. "Any witnesses?"

Jared wiped his mouth with a napkin; shook his head. "No. Last two people to see him alive were his best friend, Masi, at class yesterday afternoon, around four. And then his roommate Alexis, at about nine last night when he went out to 'work his shift,' as she put it. She hooks too, but different area than Milo did. Plus, not sure how reliable she is." At Mike's questioning look, Jared shook his head sadly. "Crack addict. Really pretty girl. Or at least I think she used to be. But she did tell me Milo didn't have any regular Johns or, not any she knew of, and we know the hookers that have been killed so far all usually worked within the same six block radius." Jared paused. "The same six block radius I worked when I was undercover for Vice."

Mike sat down his beer, face grim. "You think this has anything to do with Colantoni, the drugs and money laundering?"

Jensen shook his head. "Naw, Colantoni's too smart to leave a string of dead hookers laying around like that. If he wanted these guys dead, we would never find 'em. Plus, as far as we can tell, none of these guys were into drugs at all. Fairly clean - Milo only had one jay walking incident on his record, the other three were pretty clean too, just minor shit of their records. No connections to Colantoni at all."

Mike frowned. "So just some psychopath with a vendetta against hookers?"

Jared sighed. "Looks like. When are you and Tom off nights? You want in on this, I can make it happen."

Mike shook his head and clapped Chad on the shoulder. "No, that's ok. Think you four boys have it under control. We'll be on nights for awhile, till I can find something to nail that slippery sonofabitch to the wall with."

Chad frowned. "Too bad, Mikey. Think this is gonna be a big case, career making even."

Mike snorted. "I'm too damn old to care about career making cases anymore."

Chad chuckled. "Yeah, yeah, you're so damn old, Mike. What-the-fuck-ever. Listen, Chris and I are gonna head down to the strip club, anyone wanna come?"

No one else did and soon Jared and Jensen were left with Mike and Tom alone in the booth. "So time of death was sometime between nine last night and five this morning when the body was discovered. The body couldn't have been there long then. Not if the sadistic prick tortured him first before killing and then dumping him off," Mike said, features bleak.

Jared nodded. "Yeah. And no one saw a goddamn thing. We're just hoping Steve can give us something concrete to go on. Otherwise we'll be left with our thumbs up our asses while the Feds swoop in and take advantage of our leg work."

Mike threw some bills down on the table and waved to Eric as he and Tom got up to leave, to catch some shut eye before their shift started later that night. "Yeah. God, I hate those arrogant pricks. Listen, Rangers are playing the Pens this Saturday, why don't you two come over?"

Jared nodded his agreement and Jensen smacked at Tom's hand when he ruffled Jensen's hair. "Ok, boys. See you later. Keep us updated on the case," Tom said as they left.

Jensen turned to Jared then, face serious. "You gonna be okay, Jare?" He squeezed his knee again, concern written all over his features.

Jared gave him a small smile and stole a fry off of Jensen's plate. "I will be. Soon as we catch this demented sonofabitch."

Jensen leaned over and kissed Jared quick on the lips. "I know. And we will."

...

The next day, Morgan called the four of them into his office first thing. He and Jared had met briefly earlier, since Jared was lead detective on this case and they'd made a decision that Jared knew Jensen in particular was not going to be too happy about. Jared leaned against the door once it closed, arms crossed, letting Jensen and Chris take the two seats in front of Morgan's desk. Chad sprawled indolently on the small leather couch against the wall.

"Ok. Padalecki and I think the best course of action, considering the lack of leads we have, the lack of physical evidence, hell, the lack of everything, is that we need to do something fast to try and get something on this psycho. Before he kills again."

Jared tensed, letting his arms fall to the sides. Here goes nothing, he thought to himself.

"So Paddy's going back undercover, as a hooker, since he has the most connections and he's done this before." Morgan paused and Jared saw Jensen's jaw clench. Oh shit Jared thought. "So starting tomorrow, we're putting extra patrols out in that area and we're pulling you guys back off of first shift. Welling and Rosey are being pulled off the Colantoni case, too, for the time being. This case is our top priority right now. I don't want those goddamn feds getting their fingers in my pie, understand? Jared starts tomorrow a block up from where the last body was found. None of you are to patrol that area. Jared can handle himself. Understand?" Morgan paused again, lighting up a cigarette and glaring at them. "I don't want his cover being blown. The goddamn media is already making this into a circus, we don't need to add fuel to the fire." He exhaled and sat down behind his desk, started to shuffle papers. "That's it. Get the hell out of here until tonight."

Jared moved away from the door, let Chris and Chad pass. Jensen got up slowly and Jared tried to catch his eye but he brushed past Jared, not even looking at him, face set, jaw tense.

Jared sighed as he followed him out to their desks. This was just what he had been afraid was going to happen.

...

"Jensen, dude, fuck. Wait up," Jared said, practically running up the stairs of their apartment building to catch up with Jensen. Jensen stopped only long enough to unlock their mailbox and pull out the pile of bills and junk mail before opening the inside door and heading straight for the elevator. He hadn't spoken a word to Jared since they'd left the station house and Jared was getting more frantic. He'd known when he'd proposed going back undercover earlier that day to Morgan that it might upset Jensen.

He just hadn't any idea how much, apparently.

Jared caught up just as the elevator doors were starting to close. "Jesus, Jen. I know you're pissed but come on, man. It's our job," Jared said, huffing a little as he adjusted his shoulder holster, which had shifted when he'd had to sprint to catch up to Jensen in the subway station.

Jensen looked at him then, for the first time since going into their meeting with Morgan an hour before. His eyes were a mixture of anger and hurt and something Jared thought might be fear. "Yeah, it's our JOB, Jared. But fuck. It's also your life, man. You're gonna be out there with no back-up, no radio, none of us even close, and some raging lunatic with a penchant for torturing and killing hookers is out there loose. How am I supposed to feel alright with that?"

The elevator doors opened and Jared followed a visibly angry Jensen down the hall to their apartment. Jensen had the door open and had his messenger bag flung on the kitchen counter before Jared could even close the door. He was pacing the living room floor, hands on his hips when Jared came in. "Jensen, come on. You can't let how you feel about me get in the way. This is just a case, alright? Just like any other."

Jensen snorted and stopped pacing. "Yeah, sure. Just like any other. So tell me," he got up in Jared's face, eyes still burning. "There's no personal reasons for you wanting to go back undercover? You don't feel at least partially responsible for what happened to that Milo kid? Look me in the eyes and tell this is just another case, Jared. Because I know damn well it isn't. Not for you and not for me."

Jared felt his own temper start to boil. "Oh fuck you, Jensen. You're making way too big of a deal about this. Jesus, we put our damn lives on the line every damn day we go to work. And now, now you're gonna turn all pussy on me? It's just an undercover assignment. Mike didn't flip his lid when Tom went undercover at Colantoni's club!"

Jensen seethed, mouth set in a thin line. "Mike was there to back him up, asshole. He wasn't out there on the streets alone. He had back up. Which you won't. Jesus, Jared. You're not invincible, okay? I'd just... I'd feel better if you had someone there to watch your back." He sighed and rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. Jared threw up his hands.

"Whatever Jensen, I'm twenty-five years old and I managed to take care of myself working in VICE. I don't need a baby-sitter, I don't need someone to take care of me." Jared turned on his heel and stormed down the hallway, slamming the bathroom door. Hopefully a cold shower would help to calm him down.

As he stripped he thought about how he'd known Jensen was going to be upset but god, Jared could take care of himself. He loved Jensen but he wouldn't act like a petulant brat if Jensen was in this situation. Jared got in the shower and started to soap up, hands trembling still with anger. He scrubbed at his hair and tried to calm down, see it from Jensen's point of view. Jared knew Jensen loved him, wanted a future with him and yeah, okay, maybe he would be a little worried about Jensen if he were the one going undercover. But dammit, they were two of the best shots in the precinct and it wasn't like Jared was going out un-armed.

He got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around his waist and sighed. He needed to talk to Jen, reassure him that he could do this by himself, that he'd be alright. But when he made his way out to the living room, all he found was a note from Jensen. "Went to the gym, be back later." No signature, nothing. Jared sighed and called in an order to the Chinese place down the street.

It was gonna be a long day.

...

Five days later and Jensen was still barely talking to Jared. There hadn't been any more murders but there hadn't been any more clues or leads, either. Morgan was getting increasingly agitated and had taken to yelling at everyone and everything, even making them work the weekend, relentless in his drive to catch the 'hooker slasher,' as the media had dubbed him. Jared had spent every night out on the streets with no luck.

He'd also spent the past five nights alone in bed. Jensen had slept on the couch and nothing Jared said or did had made the situation better. Jared was getting sick of it, sick of not being able to talk about the case to Jensen, hash it out like they usually did. Not to mention he wasn't used to sleeping alone after nearly a year of spending every night wrapped up in Jensen in some way. Jared slipped on the pink sweater he'd worn the night he'd met Jensen and made his way out to the living room, where Jensen sat watching some baseball game.

"I'm headed out. Chris on his way over?" Jared asked, picking up his wallet and keys from the counter. His badge went in his pocket next, his snub nose revolver was already in the ankle holster. Jensen didn't answer him and Jared huffed in irritation before going over and standing in front of the TV, blocking Jensen's view. Jensen's forehead wrinkled in agitation and finally, he looked at Jared.

"Trying to watch the game," he muttered and Jared swore under his breath and turned the television off. He ignored Jensen's outraged 'hey' and turned back to face him, arms crossed.

"How long you gonna ignore me, Jen?" Jared asked.

Jensen shrugged and picked at the throw pillow on his right. "How long you gonna be a stupid and stubborn ass, Jared?" He stood up and went into the kitchen and Jared followed.

"I'm not being an 'ass,' Jensen, I'm doing my goddamn job, okay? Just... I can't be like this any more with you. Come on, give it a rest," Jared sighed, ran a hand through his hair. "I can't stand not sleeping with you, Jensen."

Jensen got a bottle of water out of the fridge and turned to face Jared. "Whatever Jared. You've lived without getting fucked on a regular basis before, you'll live through it now."

Before Jared had a chance to tell Jensen that dammit, it wasn't even the sex he missed, the buzzer rang. Jensen pushed past Jared to answer the intercom. Chris was waiting downstairs, picking Jen up for their shift. Jensen grabbed his jacket from where it had been laying on the back of the couch, turned to go. He paused at the door and walked back over to Jared. Kissed him quick on the lips, without meeting his eyes.

"Be careful, Jared," Jensen murmured, shrugging into his jacket and slamming the door after himself.

Jared sighed and sat down one of the bar stools in the kitchen. He paused there a few minutes to collect himself before getting up and heading out himself, locking the door behind him. He and Jensen were going to have a talk later after their shifts whether Jensen liked it or not.

...

Hours later, Jared was at his 'corner,' about ready to give up for the night. He hadn't found anything out that was even remotely useful to him or the investigation. He was about to head over to Kim, his pimp, when a sleek silver BMW pulled up to the curb beside him. He plastered what he called his 'hooker face' on - half lidded eyes and a slight pout to his lips - and swaggered over to the car, leaning one hand on the roof as he bent down to look inside the passenger window. There was a nicely dressed man inside, maybe mid to late thirties, Rolex on his wrist.

"How much?" He asked, never looking Jared in the eye.

Jared licked his lips. "Depends on what you're in the mood for tonight. I'd tell you my ass doesn't come cheap but," he paused and ran a hand over the car window's edge. "I'd say by the looks of it, you can afford it."

The man finally turned to face Jared and Jared instantly recognized him. He was a senatorial candidate, one whose face was plastered all over buses and the television. Jared tried to not let his surprise show. "I want an hour. I'll pay you three times your going rate, plus more if we can arrange a standing date and arrange for your discretion. I used to have an arrangement with another young man from this area... a boy named Milo." His eyes flashed with some emotion then and Jared wasn't sure what to say or do. But as soon as it had come, it was gone. "But that's in the past. So I'm in need of new... companionship. A man... in my position can't afford for his extracurricular activities to become public knowledge, understand?"

Jared nodded, unsure of how to get out of this one, not actually out to prostitute himself. This assignment was entirely different from his last one, where he'd actually make the deals then take the Johns back to his room and arrest them for solicitation and in some cases, possession. No, this time he was only out for information and he and the department were both willing to let the Johns go, hoping instead to catch whoever was out slicing and dicing hookers. So far, Jared had been lucky and had managed to be too pricey for any of the Johns that had approached him to afford him.

This one though? He could buy and sell Jared in a heartbeat. He swallowed before answering the man waiting impatiently in the car. Jared racked his brain, trying to remember his name. It finally hit him as the man unlocked the doors. "I understand completely, Mister Pasdar."

He opened up the passenger door and started to slide in to sit on the opulent gray leather seat, heart in his throat, unsure of how he'd get out of this when a strong hand grabbed his arm and he was yanked violently back on to the sidewalk. "What the-" he started but then stopped when he got a good look at who had a hold of him.

Pasdar, obviously not willing to be recognized, sped off, tires squealing as Jared faced down a pissed off and red faced Jensen. Jensen's chest was heaving and his fists were clenched. Jared pulled a reluctant Jensen over to an alley that was on the side of a vacant building. Hopefully Kim wouldn't be able to see them.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Jensen? You're gonna fucking blow my cover!" He hissed, not wanting his voice to travel. Jensen shook Jared's hand off his arm and glared at him.

"What the fuck am I doing? What the fuck are you doing, Jared? You were going to get in that guy's car and.. and what? FUCK HIM?" Jensen's voice was raised, sure to carry out into the street were Kim was. Jared took a step closer.

"Keep your voice down, dammit. And what the hell else was I supposed to do? I can't compromise the investigation, Jensen. Dammit, you know this!" Jared ran a hand through his artfully tousled hair in exasperation.

Jensen snorted out an entirely humorless laugh. "Yeah, 'compromise the investigation.' What-the-fuck-ever, Jared. This whole undercover gig is bullshit and not only that? It's dangerous. Unnecessary danger. You haven't found out anything useful doing this, except maybe some new tricks for the next time when you're blowing me." Jensen paused and smirked, affecting a laid back stance but his eyes were anything but. "Hey, bet that's where you learned how to suck cock like a pro anyway. I mean, it's not like you're new to this or anything, are ya, Jare?"

Jared bit his lip and clenched his hand, wanting nothing more than to punch Jensen right in his goddamn pretty mouth. "Shut the fuck up, Jensen. Just because me being undercover bothers you doesn't mean you get to be a goddamn prick to me. This isn't anything personal, neither was my other undercover assignment. It's work, Jensen. I can separate the two. Unlike you, apparently."

Jensen frowned, stepping forward and getting in Jared's personal space. "You're my partner, Jared. And goddamit, I don't want you out here alone on the streets doing this right now!"

Jared stood up to his full height and looked down at Jensen. "And you're mine, Jensen. But I'm a grown man and can take of myself. We've been over this. Drop it."

Jensen opened his mouth to say something else but was interrupted when someone at the opening of the alley cleared their throat. Jared turned to look and felt his stomach fall when he saw Kim standing there.

"Problem Jared?" he asked, hand casually resting on the handle of the .45 he carried in his waist band, snakeskin boots braced apart on the concrete. Jared stepped back until there was at least three feet between him and Jensen.

"No, Kim. Sorry. I, uh, my, uh... friend um..." Jared tried to explain but was flustered and out of sorts. Jensen rolled his eyes at being called Jared's friend.

Kim held up a hand, a clear signal for silence and then spoke. "Listen, I don't care what kind of domestic troubles you have going on. Just don't bring them around on my watch, understand?" He waited for Jared's nod before continuing. "It's getting late and tonight's been dead anyway. Take your boyfriend home, work out your troubles, have some sex just for the sake of having it and then come back tomorrow - sans your 'friend,' understand?"

Jared nodded, swallowing at how easily this could've all gone south.

"Good. Now get," Kim said before turning and heading back the way he came, brown leather coat once again covering his pearl handled pistol. Jared could see Jensen out of the corner of his eye, body practically vibrating with tension. "Let's go home. Subway station's three blocks over."

Jared didn't wait for Jensen to answer him or follow, just started walking. He heard him start moving a few seconds later, his pace fast until he was caught up to Jared. They strode side by side to the subway, arms brushing. The more Jared thought about everything, the angrier he got. He loved Jensen, more than anything, but right then? He wanted nothing more than to throttle him.

When they made it down into the subway station, Jared pulled out his wallet to dig out his Metro Card before swiping it and walking through the turnstile. He heard Jensen behind him do the same and they stood shoulder to shoulder on the platform until a train came screeching to a halt in front of them five minutes later.

The ride to the subway station a few blocks from their apartment building was completely silent. They stood side by side in the crowded car, avoiding each other's eyes the entire twenty minute ride home. Jensen was off the train first, Jared two steps behind him as they made their way up to the street and then to their building. Jensen dug out his keys and opened the front door, holding it open for Jared before they made their way through the lobby and onto the elevator.

Neither spoke a word even after the door to their apartment was closed. Jensen just pushed Jared against the wall, attacking his mouth, touch brutal and rough. Jared pushed back against him, shoving him into the opposite wall as he sucked and licked at Jensen's mouth, the hot burn of anger in his blood turning to the hot rush of arousal. Jensen moaned and started tugging at Jared's clothes. Jared pulled back enough to rip Jensen away from the wall and push him back against it. Jensen licked his lips as Jared stripped naked for him right there in the dimly lit entranceway. Jared just smiled wickedly and roughly grabbed Jensen's shoulders, spinning him around until his face was mashed against the wall.

"What the fuck are you doin,' Jared?" He hissed, anger still evident in his voice.

Jared crowded against him, let his warmth seep through the thin tee shirt and denim Jensen wore. "Fucking you, Jensen. Thought it was obvious."

Jensen's hands scrambled against the plaster of the wall a little as Jared bit down on Jensen's sweaty nape, hands busy divesting Jensen of his jeans and boxer shorts. Jared trailed his hands softly down the curve of Jensen's ass before bending down and parting him. Jared placed a kiss at the base of Jensen's spine and then licked down the dark crease, tongue stopping to circle his entrance. Jensen started to shudder and Jared smiled to himself, tongue working Jensen open slowly, driving him mad with every lick and swirl of Jared's tongue.

Jensen started to curse, panting harshly with each word. Then he started to beg, and still Jared wouldn't touch his cock, just kept fucking Jensen open with his tongue. Jared slowly circled the base of his own cock with his thumb and forefinger when Jensen keened and pressed back into Jared's mouth. Jared placed one last lingering kiss to Jensen's saliva slick entrance before standing, knees protesting after being on the hard floor for so long.

Jared placed a few soft kisses to Jensen's freckled neck as he slid two fingers inside of Jensen, replacing his tongue. Jensen hissed out a breath and then pushed back into the stretch and burn, eager to take all of Jared that he could. Jared panted into the damp skin of Jensen's shoulder and stretched him, fingers not as gentle as they could be.

Jensen turned his head after a few moments and caught Jared's gaze. "That's enough, Jare. Fuck me already, alright?" His words were passion-slurred and rough. Jared pulled his fingers free with a slick pop and then spit on his palm, circling his own cock, not going to take the time to stop and find lube. Jared wanted Jensen to feel this, feel him for days afterward. If this is what it took to get through to Jensen, so be it.

Jared smacked Jensen's ass once, hard, leaving a bright red hand print on the pale skin of Jensen's ass. Lining himself up, Jared took hold of Jensen's hips and just pushed in, not giving him any time to adjust. Fucked all the way in until his hips were flush against Jensen's gorgeous ass. Jensen was panting, face smashed against the wall, fingers curled against the white paint. Jared didn't pause, just started fucking, set a hard, pounding rhythm. He grunted, teeth set as he gripped Jensen's hips hard, hard enough to bruise.

It didn't take long for the orgasm to start gathering at the base of Jared's spine, chasing along his nerve endings. He reached around to fist Jensen's cock, hand spreading the leaking pre-come down the shaft as he stroked. It only took a few rough, tight strokes for Jensen to come, spurting hot over Jared's hand and against the wall, voice crying out wordlessly.

Jared bit his lip and pulled Jensen's hips back into him with every stroke, one hand still slick with Jensen's spunk. He was breathing harshly and Jensen was panting, pressed into the wall, face flushed with his pleasure. He opened one eye and looked back at Jared and started encouraging Jared, one hand reaching back to grab at Jared's flexing hip, his lips forming the dirtiest filth Jared had ever heard, goading Jared into coming inside of his ass and that was it, that was all it took for Jared to come, hard and deep inside of Jensen.

He collapsed against him, his chest pressing against the damp cotton of Jensen's tee shirt, the only article of clothing he was still wearing. It took a few minutes for sense to return and when it did, Jared straightened, anger still a low level buzz in his veins, remembering the fight he and Jensen had had. The fight that could've very well compromised the entire investigation.

All because Jensen didn't have faith in him, in his abilities as a cop.

Jared pulled out, wincing a bit as he did so and gathered his clothes up. He purposely avoided looking at Jensen, spread and open against the wall, still flushed with his orgasm.

"I'm taking a shower then turning in," he said, voice flat. He noticed out of the corner of his eye when he turned how Jensen's shoulders slumped a bit at Jared's words. He sighed and stalked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

He threw his clothes on the floor and crawled in the shower, keeping the water icy cold. He braced his arms against the tile wall under the shower head and cursed, low.

It was going to be a long damn night.

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